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$xhtml = array(
	'<{title}>' => 'All of the toppings',
	'takedown' => '2017-11-01',
	'<{body}>' => <<<END
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<section id="dreams">
	<h2>Dreams</h2>
	<p>
		I dreamed I had supernatural powers and was fighting off a dictatorship that was taking over the world.
		I recruited a team of people to help me, which included normal and super people alike.
		We were winning.
		We were going to free the world.
		But at the last minute, the most powerful person in our team betrayed us and joined the villains.
		We failed, and the world was lost.
		Yet, the traitor thought we could still be friends.
		I explained the dire consequences of their actions, but thy just didn&apos;t get it.
		Had they stayed out of the war entirely, we would have won.
		However, my powers and skills were no match for their own, and with them against us, nearly the entire resistance was crushed.
		I was the only member that remained free.
		Even if I had my entire team back, we wouldn&apos;t be enough now that the villains had taken hold of the world.
		They&apos;d become unstoppable.
	</p>
</section>
<section id="drudgery">
	<h2>Drudgery</h2>
	<p>
		My discussion post for the day:
	</p>
	<blockquote>
		<p>
			I agree that in many cases, you don&apos;t know how good you&apos;ve got it until you lose it, but the reverse applies just as much.
			You often don&apos;t know just how bad things are until they get better.
			The last couple years of my life haven&apos;t been anything spectacular.
			I live in an apartment in the ghetto, working for minimum wage while combatting my own obesity.
			That said, before these last couple years, life was horrible.
			I didn&apos;t realise how deeply depressed I&apos;d been due to living with my toxic mother.
			I swear, her words poison the air around her.
			Having her out of my daily life is the best thing that&apos;s ever happened to me.
			I had no idea just how bad she is.
			I still keep contact with her, but as she now has next to no power over me, I&apos;ve been able to recover more strength than I ever knew I had.
			It&apos;s difficult to gage where you are without a point of comparison.
			Until things change, you don&apos;t known how good you had it, but you also don&apos;t know how bad you had it.
		</p>
		<p>
			I&apos;ve never been in a situation like yours though.
			I tend to be the paranoid type.
			Life has taught me that if anything can go wrong, it almost certainly will, so why take unnecessary risks?
			I bike to the next city over every Thursday, which I guess could result in my getting hit by a car, getting mugged, or losing traction and sliding into the nearby river, but that&apos;s probably the biggest risk I take.
			Something such as skiing is way outside my activity set.
			I imagine though that if I were to be stuck in bed healing, I&apos;d spend the time programming.
			I&apos;ve got several projects on the back burner that I&apos;ve had to put off working on due to lack of time.
			While I would hate to be stuck in bed, I&apos;d get some use out of it.
			Well, that&apos;s assuming I had finished school though.
			If I&apos;m still in school, any time recovering in bed is probably going to go toward coursework completion.
		</p>
	</blockquote>
</section>
<section id="toppings">
	<h2>Bizarre customer</h2>
	<p>
		I had a strange customer ask us if our stuffed crust pizzas had everything on them.
		Not quite sure of what they meant, I replied that we can put any toppings they want on a stuffed crust pizza.
		We don&apos;t keep stuffed crust pizzas ready, so we&apos;d need to make one fresh, and they could choose whatever toppings they wanted to go on it.
		So thy decided to go with a stuffed crust.
		I asked them what toppings they wanted, and they told me they wanted all of them.
		Um.
		What?
		I seriously did not think they knew what they were asking for, so I replied &quot;so you want ...&quot; and then began listing all the toppings we have in the store.
		Sure enough, they cut me off and chose four specific toppings that they wanted.
		Four out of ... at least twelve.
		I can name twelve toppings we have off the top of my head without having the full list in front of me like I do at work.
		Did they think we didn&apos;t have a whole lot to choose from or something?
	</p>
</section>
END
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